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Oct. 1st, 2009 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indiana_jStar Trek bit that popped into my head just now.
"Goddamn it, Jim, you're supposed to be the designated flier," Bones snarled, gripping the Captain by the back of his shirt and giving him a good shake. He used to shake his wife's dog like that when it was bad, too. And he knew that, just like that, the mental image of Captain Kirk pissing all over his good boots was going to stay in his head for the rest of the night.
Bones gave Kirk another shake just out of pure vengeance.
"Nooooo!" Kirk replied, not even bothering an attempt to loosen the death grip on his shirt. Instead, he picked up the limp hand of the man next to him and forced it to wave hello at the doctor. "Sulu is!"
McCoy stared down at the unconscious helmsman with growing horror. "I hate my life," he sighed, watching Kirk's head bounce off the top of the bar when he finally released him.
A giggle from the floor was his only response.
"Goddamn it, Jim, you're supposed to be the designated flier," Bones snarled, gripping the Captain by the back of his shirt and giving him a good shake. He used to shake his wife's dog like that when it was bad, too. And he knew that, just like that, the mental image of Captain Kirk pissing all over his good boots was going to stay in his head for the rest of the night.
Bones gave Kirk another shake just out of pure vengeance.
"Nooooo!" Kirk replied, not even bothering an attempt to loosen the death grip on his shirt. Instead, he picked up the limp hand of the man next to him and forced it to wave hello at the doctor. "Sulu is!"
McCoy stared down at the unconscious helmsman with growing horror. "I hate my life," he sighed, watching Kirk's head bounce off the top of the bar when he finally released him.
A giggle from the floor was his only response.